Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Trysts

by Mariana Griswold Van Rensselaer

TRYSTS

The clock strikes twelve to mark the tryst
To-day and young To-morrow keep;
Their eyes have met, their lips have kissed,
While we two watch, all else asleep.

Now, though this newly born To-day,
That was To-morrow, soon must set
The drowsy sun upon its way
And wake the world its bread to get—

The toil of man, what matters it?
Or when the dawn shall break, or how?
It matters only that we sit,
All else asleep, together now.

And when this young To-day, grown old,
Another Morrow turns to see,
Again shall happy vigil hold
My clock and I, awaiting thee.